Windows Are The Eyes Of A Room Poem by Ros Venn

I am trapped in a jail cell of my own making,
I am both the warden and prisoner,
I laid the foundations, levelled the floor,
Brick by brick, I built the walls of which there is four,
I am leaving two windows for my observation,

The passage of time has never been more obvious,
Yet at times I remain oblivious, Uncertain I am,
Of when things happened, how long it's been or what day it is,
Went to speak to someone but can't remember if it's been,
Four days, four months or four years since we last spoke,

I've stopped looking back into the past and now forward I face,
Though now I am in solitary, I still have me and myself for company,
If I wasn't such an introvert I'd be gone mad, but like a wolverine,
I prefer to be alone.